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BY 

ID.  O.  GJS\iYRl% 

ORANGE,    PA. 


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Telephone  Printing  House, 
Wilkes-Barre,  Pa 


PREFACE 


rr(HE  pieces  contained  in  this  book  were  selected  from 
-^  writings  published  in  some  of  the  papers  of  this  and 
other  states,  covering  a  period  of  about  twenty  years ; 
with  an  addition  of  several  pieces  of  words  and  music, 
lately  composed  by  the  author, 

David  Owen  Culver. 
Orange,  Pa.,   F'ebruary,  1896. 


CONTENTS. 


Our  Hopes  and  Disappointments, i 

Alone       

As  Seen  Through  the  "  Electric  Eye,  ' 3 

A  January  in   1890, 4 

First  Rose  of  Winter,   1890, 5 

In  the  Silence, 6 

Past,  Present  and  P'uture 7 

Going  Down  to  the  Shore, 8 

Vision  of  Jeff  Davis,  etc., 10 

Toboggan, i ' 

Willie  and  Winnifred, 12 

Sometime  I  Will  Know, 14 

The  Cholera, 15 

Then  Said  Old  Luzerne,  "Let  my  People  Go,"     .    .  16 

Criticism, 17 

Owed  to  the  Mupwump 18 

The  Big  Bust, 19 

Owed  to  Wilde, 20 

La  Grippe, 21 

Curious  Rhyming, 22 

The    Hoop    Skirt  is  Coming, 23 

We  Need  a  Change, 25 

When  I  Shall  be  Gone, 26 

For  Harrison  and  Morton, 27 

A  Petition  for  Free   Bridges, 28 

A  Letter  to  a  Friend,      29 

A  Granger's   Observations, 31 

Orange, 31 

First  Epistle  of  Timothy  to  the  Hollowites,     ....  32 


SONGS  OF  HOPE. 


To  the  Cro=;s, No.      i 

In  the  Shadow 

We  Shall   Ever  Wear  a  Crown, 

See  the  Angels  are  Coming, . 

Waiting  for  Death's  Angel •    •    .    . 

Waiting  for  My  Saviour, 

There  Comes  a  Glad  Day, 

In  This  Life  Only,      

There's  a  Rifting  in  the  Clouds, 

We  Shall   Reap 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF    HOPE. 


OUR   HOPES  AND  DISAPPOINTMENTS. 


Oft  time  \vc  are  finding  mr.re  sorrow  than  joy, 

While  our  way  through  the  world  we  are  wending; 
There's  often  much  pleasure  but  more  to  annoy; 

And  together  they  often  are  blending. 
Oft  times  we  are  looking  for  something  beyond, 

And  from  it  much  pleasure  we  borrow  ; 
When  the  future  comes  'round  there's  naught  in  the  fund, 

And  our  hopes  lie  dead  for  the  morrow. 

Oft  times  when  we  think  we  are  holding  but  gold. 

And  on  it,  high  hopes  we  are  building ; 
It  proves  in  the  end  we've  sadly  been  sold, — 

Tis  but  dross,  thin  plated  with  guilding. 

Then  some  are  professing  the  warmest  of  love, 

And  we  in  return  are  believing; 
But  when  we  are  thinking  them  true  as  the  dove, 

1  he  while  they  are  only  deceiving. 

Still  we  find  much  honor  and  truth  in  the  world, 

While  onward  in  life  we  are  moving ; 
Deception  and  falsehood  shall  downward  be  hurled, 

While  true  friendship  itself  shall  be  proving. 

But,  in  converse  sometimes  our  friends  we  offend, 

By  misunderstandings  arising; 
Don't  argue  the  case,  matters  sooner  will  mend, 

To  let  them  go  on  with  surmising. 

If  so  httle  we  find  in  this  valley  of  tears. 
To  cheer,  while  in  darkness  we're  groping; 

There's  something  for  us  in  the  coming  of  years. 
For  which  ev'ry  one  should  be  hoping. 

But  while  we  are  hoping  right  on  for  the  best. 

If  the  storms  of  life  we'd  out  weather. 
If  at  last  in  peace  we  would  lie  down  to  rest. 

Faith  and  works  should  now  go  together. 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF  HOPE. 


ALONE. 

Alone,  all  alone  where  the  night  falls, 
Away  from  the  tumult  and  strife, 
Where  silence  is  reigning  around  me, 
And  nothing  is  waking  in  life. 
Not  a  bird  is  heard  in  the  woodland, 
Nor  a  cricket  to  chirp  in  the  wall  — 
All  silent  save  only  a  murmer, 
Which  comes  from  the  cataract's  fall. 

'Tis  a  place  in  which  I  oft  linger, 
While  the  hand  on  the  dial  moves  fast; 
Where  I  see  the  dream-faces  before  me, 
Which  journeyed  with  me  in  the  past ; 
Where  I  wonder  why  some  have  but  sunshine, 
While  others  have  more  of  the  shade  ; 
Why  some  live  far  into  the  autumn, 
And  others  in  spring-time  do  fade. 

Here,  away  from  the  hurry  and  bustle, 

T  think  of  the  struggle  for  gains 

If  the  strongest  succeed  in  the  tussel, 

What  then  has  he  got  for  his  pains  ? 

But  a  grave  on  the  hill -side,  a  ca'^^ket 

Containing  a  trifle  of  clay  ; 

A  monument  built  with  his  money, 

WHiich  surely  will  crumble  away. 

What  then  doth  it  profit  to  worry 

And  jostle  each  other  aside  ! 

If  so  little  is  gained  in  the  struggle  ; 

If  all  must  be  lost  in  the  tide, 

Which  soon  shall  come  surging  and  rolling. 

To  bear  us  away  on  the  shore, 

Where  the  rich  man  is  never  deemed  better. 

Although  he  left  miliii>ns  in  store. 

And  now  while  recalling  the  old  times, 
And  loved  ones  to  memory  dear  ; 
So  many  have  crossed  the  dark  river, 
So  few  now  remain  with  me  here  ; 
That  it  scems  I'm  away  in  a  dream-land, 
Which  I  knew  not  in  days  of  the  past  ; 
Where  the  sun  shows  less  of  his  brightness, 
And  sooner  the  shadows  are  cast. 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF    HOPE.  j 

But  oft  1  sec  in  nn-  dreaming, 

Beyond  where  the  dark  shadows  fall — 

Beyond  all  the  sorrow  and  weeping — 

Beyond  the  low  grave  and  the  pall  - 

A  land  we  may  find  in  the  morning  ; 

When  at  last  our  sun  shall  go  down, 

Where  the  dear  ones  are  seen  through  the  portals, 

And  each  one  is  wearing  a  crown. 

And  ev'ry  pulse  beat  w^c  are  teUing, 
Brings  nearer  that  morning  of  light  ; 
Each  moment  that  passes  for  ever, 
Is  nearer  the  end  of  the  night ; 
The  day-star  already  is  coming, 
And  paler  is  growing  each  ray  ; 
Shall  it  find  us  then  ready  for  going. 
Where  the  night  shall  be  lost  in  the  day. 


NOT  long  since,  it  will  be  remembered,  Prof  Coles,  the 
Kingston  astronomer  and  inventor,  predicted  a  great 
blizzard  which  failed  to  appear  according  to  schedule 
time.  A  poetical  correspondent,  writing  of  the  prophecy, 
says,  "it  is  a  noted  fact  that  nearly  all  great  men  have  been 
held  up  to  ridicule  in  the  beginning  of  their  careers, 
especially  if  they  have  attempted  to  forecast  the  future, '' 
and  in  the  following  lines  appeals  to  the  Professor's  critics 
to  give  him  a  chance  : 

AS  SEEN  THROUGH  THE  ''  ELECTRIC  EYE.  " 


Look  out  for  the  blizzard  predicted  by  Coles, 
And  cover  your  gizzard  to  protect  you  from  colds; 
Wear  shoes  of  good  leather  with  thickest  of  soles,' 
When  comes  this  bad  weather  predicted  by  Coles,' 
It  will  blow  down  the  bridges  and  abolish  the  tolls. 
It  will  level  the  ridges  as  well  as  the  knolls. 
Take  the  roof  from  the  shelter  which  covers  your  folds, 
This  storm  helter-pelter  predicted  by  Coles, 
It  will  come  along  soon,  from  one  of  the  poles. 
When  the  gas  leaves  the  moon,  escaping  in  rolls  ; 
Then  look,  "  gee  whiz !  "  and  be  hunting  for  holes. 
Where  storms  have  no  biz,  as  predicted  by  Coles. 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF   HOPE. 


One  look  thr.)Ugh  his  "  eye  "  and  the  wonder  unfolds, 

\Vhene\'er  the  skv  at  night  he  patrols, 

Should  the  bliz.  wait  'till  September  he'll  get  left  on  the 

shoals, 
But  we'll  all  then  remember  'twas  predicted  by  Coles. 
He  watches  the  stars  which  the  Creator  controls 
As  they,  with  old  Mars,  come  'round  to  their  goals  ; 
But  what  he  says  of  nng'd  Saturn   in  driblets  and  doles. 
Is  not  a  fair  pattern  of  the  knowledge  of  Coles. 
We'll  h'lve  a'young  moon,*  if  he's  planning  the  moulds 
To  cast  it  in  soon  ;  why  bless  your  dear  souls 
On  the  ledge  of  old  C'ambell,  for  he  never  cajoles, 
It  would  light  the  whole  valley  as  predicted  by  Coles. 
If  3'ou  go  out  in  the  night  then  you'il  surely  see  ghouls  ; 
Perhaps  they'll  be  tight  then  and  drinking  from  bowls 
The  hottest  of  toddy  steeped  over  the  coals ; 
I  conjecture  these  things  are  not  predicted  by  Coles. 
His  electrical  eye  a  mystery  enfolds 
Which  in  the   sweet  by-and-by   may  be   shown  better  by 

Coles. 
Though    there    may    be    doubters    still    the    Prof    never 

scolds ; 
He  cares  nothing  for  scouters,  this  astronomer  Coles. 
When  the  records  of  fame  the  student  unrolls. 
To  find  a  great  name  put  down  on  the  scrolls, 
Standing  there  at  the  head  may  appear  the  name  Coles. 
Though  long  he's  been  dead,  this  Professor  Coles. 

* His  great  Electric  Light. 


A  JANUARY  IN    1890. 


The  ulster  now  hangs  on  a  peg  in  the  hall. 
The  toboggan  is  under  the  shed, 
If  you  go  for  a  walk  there's  nary  snow-ball 
Comes  a  whacking  you  side  of  the  head. 

No  coaster  now,  is  scooting  on  sled. 

Like  a  meteor  down  from  the  hills, 

For  he  is  down  with  the  grip,  in  his  snug  little  bed 

Digesting  his  powders  and  pills. 


RHVMIiS    A  YD    SONGS    OF    llOPIi. 


The  boys  arc  not  skating  out  on  the  pond 
For  the  ducks  are  swimniini;-  therein, 
While  never  a  sleigh  with  lovers  so  fond 
Glides  by  with  its  tino-a-ting  ting. 

No  icicle  now  is  pendant  from  eaves, 

And  we  are  not  pelted  with  sleet, 

The  birds  are  now  singing  in  trees  without  leaves, 

While  the  mud  lies  thick  in  the  street. 

But  the  ice-man  is  sighing  and  dreams  of  the  time. 
When  the  ice  will  be  thick  on  the  river, 
When  he'll  peddle  again  in  the  heat  of  the  sun, 
And  bring  in  his  bills  and  deliver. 

Now  the  sage  may  predict  from  morn  until  e'en 
What  the  weather  in  future  will  be, 
But  all  we  can  tell  from  his  prognostics  I  wean, 
Is  only,  we'll  see  what  we  see. 


FIRST  ROSE  OF  WINTER,   1890. 


YOUR  Correspondent  picked  a  rose  from  a  bush  in  his 
door-yard,  late  in  November  last,  and  now,  January 
third,  the  bush  is  green  with  leaves. 

'Tis  the  first  rose  of  winter  comes  blooming  alone  ;  no 
lovely  companions  have  scooted  and  gone,  for  they  in  the 
deep  earth  are  lying  unborn,  'till  the  hour  of  their  coming 
to  blush  in  the  morn.  Oh!  why  come  the  roses  when  we 
should  have  snows,  with  the  frosts  on  our  noses  and  biting 
our  toes.  When  the  girls  in  warm  clothes  should  be  sleigh- 
ing with  beaux— The  truth  I  suppose  is,  there's  nobody 
knows.  Though  mild  is  the  weather,  still  we  have  woes, 
the  fact  is  now  plain,  the  truth  I'll  disclose.  The  Czar's 
influenza  from  town  to  town  goes  which  causes  so  many  to 
sneeze  at  the  nose.  And  now  I  will  stop,  ere  you  step  on 
my  toes.     So  no  more  at  present  just  here  I  will  close. 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF   HOPE. 
IN  THE  SILENCK. 


In  the  silence  of  the  midnight, 

As  I  sat  and  mused  alone 
While  the  surging  of  life's  pulses, 

Played  in  melancholy  tone 
Beating  on  and  beating  ever 

Seeming  as  they'd  never  tire, 
Saw  I  then  before  me  shaping 

Letters  as  of  living  fire. 

And  they  grouped  themselves  together 

Forming  words,  each  in  its  place, 
And  from  them  I  read  a  lesson 

Full  of  meaning  and  of  grace. 
And  it  taught  me  to  be  careful 

That  I  speak  no  idle  word 
Lest  some  one  should  misconstrue  it, 

Lest  a  meaning  be  inferred. 

To  be  watchful  in  the  sowing, 

Lest  a  seed  should  fall  and  grow 
In  some  soil  so  cold  and  sterile, 

That  it  yield  but  pain  and  woe, 
^o  our  life  is  but  a  garden, 

We  are  sowers  of  the  seeds 
And  the  fruitage  in  the  autumn. 

May  be  nothing  more  than  weeds. 

Sow  we  on  and  sow  we  ever, 

Seeds  of  good  or  seeds  of  ill, 
And  sometimes  in  tears  we  sow  them 

As  we  journey  up  the  hill ; 
Oft  our  friends  think  we  misjudge  them, 

Cast  on  us  contemxpt  and  blame 
When  in  truth,  if  they  but  knew  it. 

They  are  judging  us  the  same. 

Truest  friends  should  not  be  parted, 

By  a  false  or  idle  word, 
Should  not  heed  the  tongue  of  slander 

When  it  says  some  owo:  has  erred 
But  should  act  the  same  toward  them 

Kindly  meet  them  day  by  day. 
Vox  the  sun  may  yet  be  shining 

When  the  mists  have  rolled  away. 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF   HOPE, 


If  a  brother  err,  forgive  him, 

Turnino-  not  from  him  away, 
Tell  him  then  with  what  you  charge  him, 

Mayhap  a  word  he  has  to  say; 
Mindful  be  then  of  the  sowin";. 

Sow  the  seed  in  proper  soil, 
That  the  harvest  will  repay  you 

For  the  diligence  and  toil. 


PAST,  PRKSKNI  AND  FUTURE. 


Could  we  have  known  when  life  was  young. 

What  the  future  held  in  store, 
What  of  joy  or  grief  to  us  would  come 

In  life  as  we  scanned  it  o'er; 
Could  we  have  known  of  bitter  pain 

Prolonged  perhaps  for  years, 
Of  poverty  and  cruel  want 

That  yielded  not  to  tears  : 

How  dark  the  future  would  have  been 

With  so  little  in  the  giving, 
That  many  would  no  doubt  have  thought 

Such  life  not  worth  the  living — 
Ah,  well  for  us  the  book  is  closed 

And  sealed  to  mortal  eye. 
That  holds  the  record  of  our  lives 

As  the  years  go  rolling  by. 

Though  clouds  may  come  and  make  it  dark 

And  bring  a  load  of  sorrow. 
We  watch  for  them  to  roll  away 

And  leave  a  bright  to-morrow  ; 
We  ever  look  beyond  to  find 

More  roses  than  to-day, 
But  as  we  onward  go  through  life 

They  still  are  far  away. 

We  cannot  get  all  things  we  want 

Just  simply  for  the  asking, 
For  oft  we  have  to  search  for  them 

Behind  a  double  masking; 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF  HOPE 


And  disapointment  comes  to  all, 

For  all  things  are  uncertain, 
Except  that  life  will  surely  end, 

At  the  dropping  of  the  curtain. 

The  present  seems  to  hold  for  us, 

Not  much  of  good  or  pleasure, 
Yet  when  we've  journeyed  far  along 

There  still  is  scanty  measure; 
And  nothing  lully  satisfies 

But  still  we  go  on  dreaming, 
Some  day  we'll  find  a  paradise 

With  joy  and  pleasure  teeming. 

And  thus  we  paint  the  future  bright 

But  soon  the  gHnt  that  flashes. 
From  castles  built  in  naught  but  air 

Ts  burning  them  to  ashes; 
The  dearest  things  we  hold  in  life 

The  things  we  fondly  cherish, 
Will  pass  beyond  the  goal  of  time 

And  one  by  one  will  perish. 

How  long  t'will  take  it  seemeth  now, 

To  reach  the  westward  sloping. 
Where  lies  the  stream  that  we  must  cross 

To  make  an  end  of  hoping ; 
But  O  !     how  soon  we'll  reach  the  shore, 

And  see  the  river  flowing. 
Where  the  boatman  waits  with  oar  in  hand 

All  ready  for  the  rowing. 


GOING  DOWN  TO  THE  SHORE. 


O  how  swiftly  the  time  is  passing  away. 

Moving  on  like  a  rapid  stream  flowing; 
(inward,  still  onward  by  ni;.^ht  and  by  day, 

With  never  a  pause  in  its  going. 

As  we  go  with  the  time  our  night  will  soon  come. 

On  the  shore  of  the  great  rolling  river; 
The  life  tide  shall  cease  and  our  tongues  shall  be  dumb, 

But  time  will  keep  going  forever. 


RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF    HOPE. 


O  what  will  it  be  to  cross  the  dark  stream, 

To  the  land  in  mystery  shrouded  ? 
Will  the  way  be  lit  up  with  the  day's  brightest  beam, 

Or  will  it  be  shadowed  and  clouded  ? 

Will  signal  lights  flash  to  show  us  the  way? 

Will  any  be  calling  and  urging? 
Shall  we  then  have  a  doubt,  a  fear  or  dismay. 

While  the  tide  shall  be  foaming  and  surging  ? 

What  thought  shall  we  have  as  we're  drifting  along, 

With  the  soul  apart  from  it's  being  ? 
Shall  we  catch  one  strain  of  the  heavenly  song  ? 

And  the  same  eyes  be  looking  and  seeing? 

Will  any  one  come  to  welcome  us  there  ? 

As  on  earth  we  repeated  the  story — 
Shall  we  enter  the  land  with  never  a  care, 

All  lighted  with  wonderous  glory  ? 

And  who  will  then  come  of  those  gone  before  ? 

Will  they  come  with  radiant  faces. 
To  the  side  of  the  stream  when  waves  are  no  more, 

To  lead  us  to  heavenly  places  ? 

Will  they  call  us  by  name  as  in  time  long  ago, 

And  ask  about  those  who  are  siorhina- 
In  the  land  far  away,  the  valley  below, 

The  land  of  the  dead  and  the  dying? 

Shall  it  lessen  our  joy  if  we  miss  any  there, 
Whose  departure  we  took  as  a  w^arning; 

But  again  thought  to  meet  them  in  Eden  so  fair, 
Beyond  the  dark  night  in  the  morning  ? 

But  we're  told  that  no  sighing  or  pain  shall  we  feel, 

Ever  more  in  the  heavenly  ranges — 
That  while  we  inhabit  the  land  of  the  leal. 

We'll  never  know  sorrow  or  changes. 

Still  many  do  go  down  the  current  of  life. 

To  the  goal  that  is  surely  awaiting  ; 
But  forget  in  the  care,  the  turmoil  and  strife, 

1  hat  their  craft  is  too  heavy  with  freighting. 


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RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF   HOPE. 


VISION  OF   JEFF.  DAVIS  AND  THE    LIBERTY 
BELL  JOURNEYING  SOUTH. 


"Stand  back  !  stand  back  !  "  said  Uncle  Jeff, 

To  the  Goddess  of  Liberty  ; 
"  Mayhap  you've  heard  of  me  before — 

I  am  from  Mississippi  !  " 

"  I  once  did  dress  in  crinoline — 

I  need  not  tell  you  why, 
'Till  a  rude  old  man,  called  Uncle  Sam, 

Did  lay  my  garments  by. 

"  Now  I've  been  asked  to  guard  the  bell. 

On  its  journey  to  the  sea ; 
And  who  in  all  the  land  shall  dare 

Dispute  the  right  with  me  ? 

So  the  gentle  maid  he  pushed  aside. 

And  rudely  took  her  place; 
And  a  pearly  tear  was  seen  to  fall. 

As  she  meekly  veiled  her  face. 

Then  the  bell  pealed  forth,  'twas  heard  by  all, 

Above  the  engine's  roar  ; 
And  it  sounded  much  like  a  funeral  knell, 

As  it  echoed  the  South-land  o'er. 

Then  the  Goddess  cast  her  veil  aside, 

And  raised  on  high  her  hand  ; 
And  quick  the  bell  was  festooned  'round, 

As  if  by  a  magic  wand. 

And  grinning  skulls  from  Andersonville, 

Were  seen  dangling  all  around, 
While  many  a  bone  trom  Libby's  vaults, 

Did  beat  with  mournful  sound. 

And  widow's  moans,  and  orphan's  wails. 

Were  mingled  with  the  din, 
While  stony  eyes  with  direful  stare. 

Glared  at  the  man  of  sin. 

y\nd  Jeff,  affrighted,  quaked  with  fear  ; 

He  shook  in  every  limb. 
He  thought  each  moment  that  the  earth 

Would  open  and  swallow  him. 


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But  a  Mugwump  soon  approached  old  Jeff, 

And  whispered  in  his  ear ; 
Then  a  "  bloody  shirt"  from  his  grip  sack  took, 

And  muffled  the  old  bell  dear. 

^The  bell  and  Jeff  then  traveled  on, 

Toward  the  Crescent  City  gate, 
While  many  along  the  line  did  cry, 

"  Behold  our  Chieftain  great." 

But  the  Goddess  quickly  took  her  flight, 

Toward  the  Quaker  City  far, 
And  hovered  o'er  the  vacant  hall. 

Like  a  brilliant  beaming  star. 


TOBOGGAN. 


The  pilgrim  returned  from  the  faraway  west, 
Seeking  kindred  and  friends  he  loved  the  best. 
But  the  greeting  was  cold,  I'll  be  blest, 
They  were  all  going  to  Boggan 

His  sister  he  sought,  with  a  tear  in  his  eye, 
"  She  is  married,"  they  said,  "and  lives  hard  by;  " 
Her  husband  he  found  with  a  baby  to  cry, 
She  had  just  gone  to  Boggan. 

His  brother  he  met  just  out  on  the  street. 
With  a  far  away  look,  while  him  he  did  greet, 
He  seemed  in  a  hurry,  and  wished  to  retreat. 
He  was  going  to  Boggan, 

"  But  stay,  brother,  stay  !  Our  mother  ?  "  he  cried, 
A  voice  on  the  wind  floated  back  and  replied  ; 
"  Was  not  at  the  burying,  last  Monday  she  died." 
I  took  best  girl  to  Boggan.  " 

With  sadness  of  heart  and  something  to  dread, 
He  called  on  the  one  he  had  promised  to  wed, 
Her  manner  was  cold,  "  excuse  me,"  she  said, 
"  I'm  just  going  to  Boggan." 


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As  a^ain  on  the  street  he  wandered  along, 
A  man  on  a  litter  was  borne  with  the  throng, 
Another  was  carried  on  a  stick  with  a  prong, 

They  were  all  going  to  Boggan. 
And  many  were  seen,  hard  at  him  to  stare, 
Where  mingled  the  gay,  the  homely,  the  fair. 
While  many  did  say,  "of  course  you're  aware, 

We  are  all  going  to  Boggan  " 

"  Oh  Where's  this  place,"  he  did  ask  in  amaze. 
For  about  it  the  people  all  seemed  in  a  craze, 
I  never  had  seen  the  like  in  my  days, 
Oh,  where,  oh,  where  is  Boggan? 

While  onward  he  went  with  thoughts  bitter  as  dregs, 
Quick  as  a  flash  he  was  knocked  off  his  pegs, 
•'  'Tis  nothing,"  he  said,  "though  broken  my  legs, 
For  I  have  got  to  Boggan.  " 

And  now,  young  men,  all  heed  this  warning  of  mine. 
Beware  of  the  motor  that  giveth  no  sign. 
When  you  go  for  a  walk,  just  ride  an  engine, 
Then  you  won't  get  to  Boggan. 


WILLIE  AND  WINIFRED. 


A  youth  once  lived  in  a  rural  town. 

Who  had  neither  house  nor  lands; 

He  was  moulded  fair  and  true  as  steel, 

But  he  labored  with  his  hands. 

And  he  loved  a  fair  young  maiden  then, 

As  any  one  could  see; 

And  they  talked  of  love  together  oft. 

Beneath  the  linden  tree. 

But  after  time  had  rolled  apace. 
Her  parents  said  him  nay — 
He  left  his  dar  ing  then  in  tears. 
And  wandered  far  away; 
But  ere  he  went  he  said  "my  love, 
When  wealth  sha  1  cmie  to  mc, 
I'll  come  again  to  Winifred, 
Beneath  the  linden  tree. 


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Then  dear  words  came,  but  not  to  her, 

Her  parents  stood  between  ; 

''You'll  wed  the  banker's  son,"  they  said, 

"When  trees  again  are  green  " 

Long  years  went  by  but  Winifred, 

A  bride  would  never  be, 

For  she  was  fading  day  by  day, 

Beneath  the  linden  tree. 

And  never  a  word  did  come  to  her, 

From  Willie  far  away; 

But  still  she  sat  and  mourned  alone, 

For  many  a  weary  day. 

"Why  don't  he  come,"  at  last  she  cried, 

"For  tears  are  blinding  me" — 

They  found  her  there,  so  white  and  cold. 

Beneath  the  linden  tree. 

And  many  times  the  birds  did  sing. 

And  flow'rs  did  come  and  go, 

And  summers  came  and  passed  away, 

And  winter  with  its  snow. 

hut  silent  was  one  little  spot, 

Not  far  beyond  the  lea, 

Where  a  little  mound  was  seen  to  rise, 

Beneath  the  linden  tree. 

An  aged  man  passed  through  the  town. 
His  hair  was  turning  gray. 
He  saw  a  name  upon  a  stone, 

Beside  a  lonely  way: 

The  angels  came  and  took  him  then, 
And  so  they  both  were  free. 
His  clay  lies  by  sweet  Winifred, 
Beneath  the  linden  tree. 

And  many  a  tender  heart  grows  sad, 
Down  there  where  daisies  bloom. 
And  many  a  silent  tear  yet  falls. 
Upon  that  little  tomb: 
And  sometimes  lovers  plight  their  troth. 
The  story  comes  to  me. 
Above  the  dust  of  Winifred, 
Beneath  the  linden  tree. 


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SOMETIME  I  WILL  KNOW. 


Sometime  I  will  know  why  the  eyes  were  dimming, 
In  which  Ed  been  looking  so  fondly  for  years  ; 

Which  once  were  so  full  of  a  gladness  o'er  brimming, 
And  melted  so  quickly  with  pity  to  tears. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  the  cheeks  that  were  glowing 
With  a  tinting  of  red  Hke  the  roses  in  June, 

Were  looking  so  pale  and  paler  still  growing — 
While  the  pallor  of  death  was  coming  so  soon. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  the  heart  that  was  beating 
With  warmth  and  affection,  was  stilled  in  a  breath — 

Why  the  pulses  oft  measure  a  life  that  is  fleeting 
Away  in  its  morning  o'ertaken  by  death. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  a  husband  is  weeping 

And  mourning  so  early  the  loss  of  a  wife 
Gone  past  the  death  portals  away  from  his  keeping — 

Never  to  waken  again  into  life. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  the  parents  are  taken, 
Leaving  children  behind  unsheltered  by  home — 

By  relatives  all  forgot  and  forsaken, 

Doomed  ever  in  life  among  strangers  to  roam. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  the  innocent  languish 

Behind  prison  bars  'till  aged  and  gray, 
While  the  guilty  for  whom  they  suffer  in  anguish. 

Are  permitted  to  walk  unmolested  away. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  the  rich  man  through  cheating, 
Is  living  in  splendor  and  supmtuously  fed, 

While  the  poor  man  he's  robbed  goes  oft  without  eating. 
Or  stifles  his  hunger  by  begging  for  bread. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  at  the  election, 

The  honest  man  runs  behind  in  the  race. 
While  the  rogue  through  fraud,  without  fear  of  detection, 

So  easily  wins  the  coveted  place, 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  a  minister  labors, 

Eor  riches  and  honor  instead  of  for  souls, 
Why  a  member's  a  traitor  to  the  church  and  his  neighbors 

If  he  votes  conscientiously  when  he  goes  to  the  polls. 


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Sometime  I  will  know  why  some  that  we  trusted, 
In  days  that  are  gone,  are  so  full  of  deceit ; 

But  when  all  things  shall  be  rightly  adjusted, 

They'll  count  with  the  chaff  instead  of  the  wheat. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  we  cannot  tell  better 

The  old  story  so  oft  repeated  before  : 
When  our  tongues  shall  be  loosened  and  broken  each  fetter  ; 

We'll  tell  it  with  rapture  on  the  beautiful  shore. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  our  bodies  shall  slumber 
For  years  in  the  tomb  and  crumble  to  dust, 

W^hile  our  spirits  shall  dwell  with  the  heavenly  number. 
And  sing  with  the  ransomed  the  songs  of  the  just. 

Sometime  I  will  know  what  the  bountiful  Giver 

Has  provided  for  us  and  soon  will  reveal, 
When  we've  passed  through  the  vista  and  across  the  dark 
river. 

To  catch  the  first  glimmer  in  the  land  of  the  leal. 

Sometime  I  will  know  why  the  vision  is  clouded. 
And  we  grovel  in  dark  in  the  valley  below, 

Discerning  so  little  of  mysteries  shrouded — 
Sometime  I  will  know,  yes,  sometime  I'll  know. 


THE   CHOLERA. 


'Twas  an  awful  contagion,  to  New  York  it  came, 
Across  the  great  ocean,  to  set  up  a  claim  ; 
And  many  did  tremble  at  the  sound  of  its  name. 
Seeking  to  flee. 

It  lodged  in  the  alleys  but  there  was  espied. 
In  rags  and  corruption  seeking  to  hide. 
And  some  did  fall  victims,  though  to  shun  it  they  tried, 
Seeking  to  flee. 

But  soon  it  was  hunted  through  streets  and  by  lane. 
By  uniformed  men  and  citizens  plain  ; 
At  last  it  was  cornered  in  the  great  quarantine, 
Seeking  to  flee. 


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By  many  "tis  said,  'twill  come  in  the  spring, 
Again  o'er  the  deep,  and  misery  bring ; 
Oh  !  it  is  awful,  that  monster  and  king, 
When  seeking  for  me. 

Oh  !  I  do  hope  it  will  stay  over  there  ; 
It  would  do  us  much  damage  and  raise  a  big  scare. 
It  would  knock  out  in  one  round  the  Columbian  fair. 
If  it  got  on  a  spree. 

'  Tis  easy  to  catch  it,  though  it  travels  by  rail, 
And  sometimes  it's  found  to  be  going  by  mail ; 
You  never  will  have  need  to  put  salt  on  its  tail, 
Or  invite  it  to  tea. 

It  comes  like  a  phantom  to  the  rich  and  the  poor, 
Though  they  live  in  a  palace  or  a  hut  on  the  moor ; 
It  makes  no  distinctions  when  out  on  a  tour, 
Roaming  so  free. 

'Tis  cholera  infantum  and  adultum,  too, 
If  it  passes  me  by  I  never  will  rue 
The  day  I  got  slighted,  just  a  few, 
Will  you  ?  will  you  ? 


THEN    SAID    OLD    LUZERNE  "LET    MY 
PEOPLE   GO!" 


Down,  down  with  the  toll  on  the  bridges  I  say! 
Let  every  one  pass  with  carriage  or  sleigh — 
When  fingers  are  cold  it  is  a  great  curse. 
To  loosen  the  stiings  of  a  ha  f-empty  purse. 

After  going  for  miles  o'er  mountain  and  ridge, 
I'm  b'est  if  I  care  to  be  stopped  at  the  bridge. 
By  a  gentleman  there  on  the  bank  of  the  river, 
To  hold  me  right  up  to  stand  and  deliver. 

The  county  is  able  to  pay  for  the  racket ; 
The  people  I'm  sure  are  willing  to  back  it — 
If  taxes  at  first  are  made  a  bit  hi^jh, 
They  will  tumble  again  "in  the  sweet  by  and  by. 


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There's  one  tiling-  now  I  will  say  (.n  the  sly; 
If  any  one  fearing  steep  taxes  does  sigh; 
Not  a  bit  longer  Jet  it  rest  on  your  soul ; 
Vou  can  pay  extra  taxes  by  saving  your  tol'. 

And  every  one  now  should  "acknowledge  the  corn,' 
By  giving  due  credit  to  writer  "Inkhorn,' 
For  the  work  he  has  done  in  the  great  enterprise, 
And  value  his  pencil  according  to  size. 

The  Telephone,  Record  and  Pittston  Gazette, 
Will  win  on  this  line  I  am  willing  to  bet  — 
Then  go  for  free  bridges   I'll  with  you  agree — 
If  vou  can't  think  of  my  name  you  can  spell 

D.  O.  C. 


CRITICISM. 


Editor  Pittston  Gazette:  I  saw  in  your  last  paper 
an  article,  handling  the  author  of  "The  Homestead,"  without 
gloves.     Now : 

I'm  not  afraid  of  the  old  critic, 

Of  old  "Three  Score,"  the  analytic ; 

Now  he  can  just  take  this  and  pick  it, 

And  point  out  every  little  flaw. 

And  call  it  crude  and  very  raw. 

Or  say  he  sees  just  what  he  saw, 

And  to  the  world  may  go  and  show  it; 

They'll  only  see  he  ought  to  know  it. 

That  I  can  write  just  like  a  poet. 

With  him  I  will  not  raise  a  clamor 

Upon  this  piece  I'll  let  him  hammer 

To  see  if  he  can  find  bad  grammar. 

And  if  he  likes,  when  at  his  leisure. 

In  any  way  that  suits  his  pleasure, 

I'd  have  him  find  a  faulty  measure. 

And  if  he  does  not  lack  the  time. 

Can  scan  it  o'er  with  care,  for  I'm 

Convinced  'tis  all  in  perfect  rhyme. 

I  do  not  write  alone  for  fame. 

Nor  yet  to  have  an  honored  name ; 

"Perfection"  is  my  only  aim. 


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I'll  try  to  make  "expressions  clear," 
So  nothing  from  this  "volunteer" 
Shall  grate  too  harshly  on  his  ear, 
I  think  at  this  he  will  not  mutter. 
But  call  it  just  the  best  of  "butter," 
'Twill  cause  his  very  heart  to  flutter, 
Now  I  have  aimed  right  at  perfection, 
And  any  one  within  this  section, 
If  I  have  missed  can  make  correction. 
And  all  may  freely  criticise, 
Whene'er  this  comes  before  their  eyes ; 
And  old  "Three  Score"  until  he  dies. 
My  years  do  not  foot  up  three  score, 
I'm  only  two  and  something  more; 
And  now  old  "Three" can  lake  the  floor. 


OWED  TO  THE  MUGWUMP. 


Say,  Mugwumps,  have  you  heard  from  Beecher, 

'Tis  de  latest  batch  of  news — 
How  he  talk  mighty  funny  for  a  gospel  preacher 

'Bout  de  selling  of  de  pews  ? 
'Pears  some  don*t  like  him  for  a  teacher, 

An'  want  him  for  to  git. 
For  he's  gone  an'  been  a  'litical  screecher, 

An'  made  himself  unfit. 

Chorus — Now,  Beecher,  go!     Ila!  ha! 
Befo'  dey  sell  de  pews, 
For  it's  plain  to  all  that  it  isn't  delightful 
A  standin'  in  your  shoes. 

He  say  he  make  a  resolution, 

A  friend  to  ne'er  forsake, 
If  ever  caught  in  his  condition 

An'  'cused  of  being  a  rake ; 
So  he  slid  out  de  'publican  party 

An'  left  dem  in  de  lurch, 
An'  turn  his  back  on  all  de  members 

Of  his  own  dear  Plymouth  Church. 


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If  we  had  gone  for  Jefferson  Davis 

For  President  of  de  States, 
He  wouldn't  a  let  his  mighty  wrath 

Fall  down  on  all  our  pates. 
Sometimes  he  say  'twas  dis, 

Sometimes  he  say  'twas  dat, 
An'  I  guess  'twould  puzzle  a  Philadelphia  lawyer 

To  know  what  he  is  at. 

Now  he  kneel  down  at  de  Plymouth  altar 

An'  shed  de  'tential  tear; 
An'  I  spec  he  'gins  to  feel  mighty  scaly 

'Bout  de  fifteen  thousand  a  year, 
For  no  cabin  office  looms  in  de  distance. 

An'  the  Mugwumps  are  down  in  de  mouf, 
An'  I  guess  next  time  he  will  know  better 

Dan  to  join  the  Solid  Souf! 


THE  BIG  BUST. 


"  Now  I  will  tell  to  you  a  story, 
Which  contains  but  little  glory, 
About  a  bank  that  lately  went  to  smash; 
And  it  was  run  by  Rockafeller, 
Who  for  years  with  his  bank  teller, 
Had  been  gathering  in  the  people's  cash. 

How  the  people  all  did  wonder, 

As  when  they  heard  that  clap  of  thunder. 

Lately  in  the  winter  sky  ; 

For  the  bank  which  they  had  trusted, 

In  which  they  thought  their  dollars  rusted. 

Without  a  moment's  warning  had  run  dry. 

And  to  all  it  was  surprising ; 
For  not  a  soul  could  be  devising. 
Where  had  gone  their  treasured  pelf; 
'Twas  safe,  they  thought,  as  in  Gibralter, 
To  make  deposits  none  did  falter. 
For  fear  of  any  lurking  elf 


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And  scores  there  were  in  every  station, 

In  private  or  in  corporation. 

Who  suffered  loss  in  the  collapse, 

And  for  days  they  did  not  give  up, 

Trusting  that  the  bank  would  pay  up, 

Yes,  the  bank  would  pay  up— that  is  perhaps. 

Now  they  weep  within  their  closets, 

O'er  the  loss  of  their  deposits. 

Which  have  drifted  far  beyond  their  ken. 

With  a  lump  above  their  collars, 

For  their  sorely  needed  dollars, 

Will  be  returned  unto  them — when? 


OWED  TO  WILDE. 


Oh,  great  aesthetic  Oscar  Wilde, 
Somehow  they  say  thou  art  beguiled 
To  think  that  thou  art  nature's  child; 
And  so  thou  hast  looked  up  and  smiled. 

But  Os,  oh,  please  do  not  get  riled  , 
Some  think  in  making,  thou  wert  spiled — 
That  th'  structure  was  but  illy  piled; 
And  that  thy  head  was  too  soft  biled. 

ADVICE    GRATUITOUS. 

If  long  thy  teeth,  I'd  have  them  filed — 
If  th'  hat  don't  shed,  please  have  it  tiled, 
For  fear  thy  raiment  may  get  si  led. 
And  ruffle  thy  sweet  temper  mild. 

If  red  thy  hair,  I'd  have  it  styled 
The  fashion,  pure  and  undefiled  ; 
And  every  hour  I'd  have  it  iled, 
And  plaited  with  a  sun-flower  wild. 

Don't  call  Atlantic  "too  old  styled," 
And  pray  to  have  it  far  exiled  ; 
Niagara  ne'er  was  so  well  isled, 
It  ne'er  produced  an  Oscar  Wilde! 


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ADVICK    IMTEKMEDIATE. 

If  long  thy  ears    don't  have  them  cropped, 

So  long  already  they  have  flopped  ; 

By  many  now  the  hint  is  dropped  : 

Thou  art  an  ass(thetic) — it  can't  be  stopped, 

ADVICE    GKA-TOO. 

If  long  thy  nose,  pray  let  it  be 

An  aesthetic  curiosity; 

And  say  "  'tis  just  the  style  for  me  " — 

No  more  "  too  utter,"  D.  O.  C. 


LA  GRIPPE. 


"VVe  hear  it  each  day  from  many  a  lip, 
'Bout  the  great  influenza  which  came  in  a  ship; 
That  he  came  like  a  flash  with  a  bound  and  a  skip, 
This  awful  contagion,  this  mighty  la  grippe. 

How  some  he  has  seized  with  a  mighty  strong  grip, 
And  some  has  touched  lightly  with  only  a  nip ; 
While  some  he  has  caught  with  a  lock  at  the  hip — 
This  awful  contagion,  this  mighty  la  grippe. 

Oh  !     I'd  rather  be  kicked  with  a  number  ten  kip. 
Or  on  a  runaway  car  take  a  trip, 
Than  to  come  once  under  the  lash  of  his  whip. 
This  awful  contagion,  this  mighty  la  grippe. 

On  wormwood  and  gall  most  gladly  I'll  sip, 

Or  even  in  an  ice-cold  bath  take  a  dip, 

And  hang  for  an  hour  on  a  clothes  line  to  drip. 

But  my  latch-string  isn't  out  to  this  mighty  la  grippe 

There's  no  use  to  fight  or  yourself  to  equip. 
For  his  bullets  would  fly  with  a  whistle  and  zip, 
You  cannot  evade  him  or  give  him  the  slip, 
This  awful  contagion  this  mighty  la  grippe. 

For  beauty  or  age  he  cares  not  a  fip. 
He'll  ask  you  no  questions  but  give  you  a  clip, 
'Though  you  are  a  giant  or  only  a  snip. 
This  awful  contagion,  this  mighty  la  grippe. 


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Then  the  doctor  will  come  if  with  him  you  stip- 
ulate every  day  to  give  him  a  tip, 
When  you  open  your  purse  he'll  take  every  chip, 
And  never  will  leave  'till  gone  is  your  scrip. 

Yes,  soon  from  you  every  cent  he  will  strip, 
He'll  have  his  own  w^iy,  so  just  let  him  rip, — 
I've  had  it  myseh'',  but  now^  I  feel  flip, 
This  awful  contagion,  this  mighty  la  grippe. 


CURIOUS    RYMING. 

rTi HE  following  verse  contains  a'l  the  letters  in  the  Eng- 

_L       lish  alphabet,  except  the  letter  "  E."     It  is  a  question 

whether  any  other  English  rhyme  may  be  produced  in 

print  without  the  letter  ''  E,"   which  is  a  letter   employed 

more  than  any  other : 

A  jovial  s^vain 

May  rack  his  brain 
And  tax  his  fancy's  might, 

To  quiz  in  vain, 

For  'tis  most  plain, 
That  what  I  say  is  right. 

The  above  appeared  in  the  Pittston  Gazette  of  the  26th 
ult.,  and  a  correspondent  has  sent  us  the  following  to  dis- 
prove the  assertion  therein  made  The  author  is  indeed  a 
poetical  genius.     Go  up  head,  "  D.  O.  C": 

Richart  and  Hart, 
Although  so  smart 
To  jump  at  a  quick  conclusion. 
Zounds  !     I'm  a  fox. 
Whom  your  vain  knocks. 
Can't  bring  into  confusion. 

For  I  am  willing, 

To  pay  a  shilling 
To  pack  you  in  a  box; 
Don't  squirm  and  jump, 
Nor  quiz  this  trump, 
I  hold  with  vim  your  locks. 


KHVMi'S  A\n   sn\r;s   (V'   nori'. 


I  am  a  vain,  a  jolly  ^irl, 

With  auburn  locks  and  many  a  curl, 

I  am  anxious  for  sport  and  not  a  bit  lazy, 

If  you  squint  this  way  )'ou  will  find  a  daisy, 

I  am  just  as  quick  and  spry  as  a  fox 
As  I  go  walking  nn  my  hocks. 
If  I  had  wings  I'd  buzz  'round  witli  vim, 
And  light  upon  a  hickory  limb. 

I'd  tax  my  skill  and  try  to  flop. 
On  a  mountain  high  with  a  bound  and  a  hop. 
Zounds  !   I  would  vault  from  crag  to  crag, 
Jump  quickly  down  and  would  not  brag. 


Who  shall  say  it  but  a  wazzard  ? 

If  our  man  is  Grant  or  Izzard? 

Quit  grumbling  now,  nor  tax  your  brain. 

Just  stop  such  work,  'tis  all  in  vain. 

Don't  coax  your  funny  man  to  say, 
Or  quiz  to  know  who  is  O.  K. 
For  valiant  J.  G.  B.,  'tis  plain, 
May  jump  at  last  upon  his  train 

Old  Sammy  T.,  that  sly  old  tox, 
Hancock  may  vanquish  with  hard  knocks, 
Or  Bayard  may  just  zig-zag  in 
And  pull  old  Sam  right  out  his  skin. 

All  rivals  now  can  squirm  and  fight, 
Buzz  'round,  wax  wroth,  or  fall  in  fright ; 
But  join  with  us  and  stop  your  clack, 
Or  you  may  show  that  brains  you  lack. 


THE  HOOP  SKIRT  IS  COMING. 


The  hoop  skirt  is  coming,  they  say,  with  a  ru.sh, 
To  block  up  the  side  walk  and  crowd  us  in  slush; 
Then  our  feet  will  get  soiled  in  the  mud  and  the  dirt. 
For  we'll  have  to  give  way  to  the  coming  hoop  skirt. 


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RHYMES    AND    SONGS    OF   HOPE. 


If  we  go  for  a  ride  on  the  electric  car, 
'Twill  follow  us  there  our  pleasure  to  mar; 
If  we  wish  for  a  moment  with  a  lady  to  flirt, 
She'll  not  see  the  signal  beyond  her  hoop  skirt. 

Perhaps  we  can  stand  if  we  hold  to  a  strap, 
Or  tumble  headlong  in  some  fair  maiden's  lap; 
Then  every  sweet  lassie  will  be  on  the  alert, 
To  catch  a  young  fellow^  plump  into  her  skirt. 

The  doors  must  be  widened  to  let  her  pass  through ; 
She'll  have  a  tight  squeeze  if  she  gets  in  a  pew; 
If  we  go  to  a  theater  or  to  a  concert. 
We'll  be  crowded  to  death  by  the  coming  hoop  skirt. 

If  a  lover  proposes  to  the  girl  of  his  choice, 
He'll  have  to  halloo  at  the  top  of  his  voice; 
"I'll  be  a  sister  to  you,"  if  she  chances  to  blurt, 
He'll  wish  her  in  Hong  Kong  along  with  her  skirt. 

If  he  washes  to  kiss  her  with  brotherly  love, 
He  can  do  so  by  climbing  to  the  ceiling  above, 
And  kiss  her,  head  downward,  and  give  her  a  squeeze, 
If  his  feet  are  suspended  from  a  hanging  trapeze. 

Though  his  feet  will  be  up  and  his  head  will  be  down. 
He'll  have  business  relations  with  every  girl  in  the  town ; 
If  there's  a  girl  in  the  w^orld  who  don't  like  a  kiss  pert 
She's  double  stone  dead  and  don't  w^ear  a  hoop  skirt. 

Now  something  must  be  done  to  bridge  o'er  the  trouble 
Which  is  caused  by  the  skirt  blown  up  like  a  bubble; 
I  w^ill  go  to  work  soon  and  myself  will  exert. 
To  get  up  a  plan  for  a  new  fangled  skirt. 

I  will  patent  a  hoop — a  novel  contractor- 
Which  in  matters  of  love  will  be  a  great  factor ; 
She  can  press  it  together,  'tis  like  a  telescope  planned. 
By  touching  a  button  with  her  dear  little  hand. 

Then  every  true  Jack  can  go  to  his  Gill, 
And  court  as  in  yore,  or  court  as  he  will; 
For  ere  long  every  girl  will  become  an  expert. 
And  manipulate  at  will  her  adjustable  skirt. 


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I'm  a  friend  to  the  ladies  alihou[;h  I'm  not  youn^^; 
I'd  speak  in  their  praises  if  I  had  to  be  hun<j^; 
And  I  never,  no  never,  their  feelin^^s  would  hurt 
By  waging  a  war  against  the  hoop  skirt 

So  I  would  just  use  it  to  make  a  large  coop, 
Where  chickens  could  roost  while  growing  for  soup 
Or  as  soon  as  I  could,  the  thing  would  invert, 
And  make  a  waste  basket  of  the  coming  hoop  skirt. 

I  make  no  objections  to  the  skirt  don't  you  see, 
But  the  lady,  she  might  make  objections  to  me; 
For  to  speak  out  more  plainly  right  here  I'll. insert: 
'Tis  the  wearer  I'm  after,  instead  of  the  skirt. 


WE    NEED  A  CHANGE. 


"  We  need  a  change  "  'twas  said  in  the  grange, 

On  dry  goods  box  and  barrel ; 
By  Democrats  who  wore  high  hats, 

And  dressed  in  fine  apparel. 

"  Go  vote  for  Grover  and  you'll  be  in  clover, 

And  get  a  dollar  and  a  quarter. 
For  all  the  wheat  the  folks  can  eat, 

Or  grind  in  mill  and  mortar." 

'Twas  all  pretence,  for  sixty  cents 

Is  all  the  wheat  is  bringing; 
And  the  farmers  all,  "after  the  bawl," 

Some  doleful  songs  are  singing. 

Well,  we've  got  the  change,  but  oh !  how  strange, 

It  is  not  in  our  pockets. 
If  you'll  but  mind  I  think  you'll  find 

The  change  in  the  county  dockets. 

The  change  is  great  in  Jersey  State, 

For  that's  the  way  they  pen  it. 
They're  in  a  muss  and  a  terrible  fuss. 

And  run  a  dual  Senate. 


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And  Mary  Lease  can't  keep  the  peace, 

With  PopuUst  LeweUing; 
That  she's  bound  to  fight  with  all  her  might, 

The  papers  all  are  telling. 

Grove  took  a  pill  called  "  the  Queen  Lil," 
But  it  had  too  large  dimensions ; 

So  he  got  choked  while  Hokey  Hoked 
Away  the  soldiers'  pensions. 

The  Wilson  bill  is  another  pill 

The  people  hate  to  swallow; 
'Twould  not  protect  the  business  wrecked, 

And  evils  dire  would  follow. 

Now  President  Dole  will  sure  control 

And  hold  the  situation. 
While  Lilli's  throne  will  sure  be  blown, - 

Away  to  thunderation. 

If  Congress  now  raises  a  row, 

And  the  President  impeaches, 
Then  Adlai  won't  sigh  a  sigh 

But  gather  plums  and  peaches. 

Now  they  should  know  if  they  don't  go  slow, 

And  quickly  stop  their  folly, 
That  next  November  every  member 

Will  be  thrown  off  his  trolly. 


WHP:N  I  SHALL  BE  GONP:. 


O,  who  will  inhabit  this  old  cottage  home. 

In  days  that  are  coming  when  I  shall  be  gone? 
When  o'er  the  green  hillsides  no  longer  I  roam. 

Or  sit  by  the  window  to  gaze  at  the  lawn? 
Where  children  once  played,  then  to  riper  years  grew, 

And  made  the  old  cottage  so  cheerful  and  bright, 
Where  we  parted  with  some,  when  the  reaper  went  through, 

That  passed  through  the  shadows  to  wake  in  the  light! 


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Shall  the  prattle  of  children,  again  in  these  halls, 

Wake  echoes  which  now  have  been  silent  so  long? 
When  the  lights  in  the  parlor  cast  a  glow  on  the  w^alls, 

V\  ill  they  come  then  together  for  music  and  song? 
Will  they  go  to  the  bridge  o'er  the  brook  in  the  lane, 

When  the  rains  are  melting  the  ice  and  the  snow,    . 
To  look  on  the  waters  from  mountain  and  plain, 

As  they  leap  in  white  foam  to  the  valley  below? 

Will  they  watch  then  the  nesting  of  birds  in  the  trees. 

With  youthful  de'ight  when  the  summer  draws  nigh, 
As  they  swing  on  the  limbs  to  and  fro  in  the  breeze. 

Or  depart  and  be  lost  in  the  blue  of  the  sky? 
Will  they  hunt  the  wild  flowers  in  the  hedge  and  the  glen, 

And  weave  them  together  in  garlands  so  fair? 
In  silence  avoiding  the  old  haunted  den, 

While  homeward  returning  o'er  the  rocky  waste  bare! 

If  the  dear  ones  remaining  shall  wander  away, 

And  come  not  again  till  the  days  are  long  drawn ; 
Will  it  sadden  their  hearts  if  strangers  hold  sway. 

In  the  home  of  their  childhood  when  I  shall  be  gone? 
But  should  the  old  cottage  be  standing  no  more, 

A  gloom  would  be  there,  like  the  shadow  of  night; 
If  they  never  again  could  enter  the  door. 

Of  the  old  cottage  home  where  they  first  saw  the  light. 


FOR  HARRISON  AND  MORTON. 


When  James  G.  Blaine  has  crossed  the  main 

He'll  get  a  grand  reception ; 
Then  Democrats  who  wear  plug  hats. 

Will  hear  about  protection. 
For  straight  away  the  papers  say, 

The  tariff  he'll  exhort  on  ; 
And  facts  will  show  why  w^e  should  go 

For  Harrison  and  Morton. 

We  hear  of  late  of  the  doubtful  state 

Out  west  called  Indiana, 
There  they'll  wipe  their  feet  when  they  leave  the  street 

Upon  the  red  bandanna, 


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They'll  get  enough,  though  up  to  snuff, 
We'll  give  them  snuff  to  snort  on, 

And  raise  the  flag  above  the  rag 
For  Harrison  and  Moron. 

We'll  win  New  York  with  men  from  Cork, 

And  Jersey  we  will  carry . 
We  have  no  fears  but  Ben  four  years 

Will  in  the  White  House  tarry. 
Old  Johnny  Bull  shant  raise  our  wool. 

Nor  much  our  income  shorten  ; 
The  English  ram  isn't  worth  a , 

With  Oregon  for  Morton. 

The  friends  of  Mills  had  best  take  pills 

To  straighten  up  their  livers  ; 
Third  Tarty  brigade  take  lemonade 

For  fear  they  get  the  shivers. 
Our  temperance  plank  with  their's  will  rank, 

It  would  support  a  garrison  ; 
O'er  it  will  walk,  though  Mugwumps  talk, 

Our  leader,  brave  Ben  Harrison. 


A  PETITION  FOR  FREE  BRIDGES. 


O,  give  us  free  bridges  when  o'er  them  we  stroll, 
While  carting  produce  or  hauling  our  coal ; 
While  riding  for  pleasure,,  as  onward  we  bowl, 
Let  up  and  be  easy,  don't  ask  us  for  toll. 

Now  lend  us  your  aid — yes,  ev'ry  good  soul ; 
Then  no  longer  our  money  in  driblets  we'll  dole, 
Or  look  at  the  tender  with  cheek  then,  by  jole. 
When  he  steps  from  his  office  demanding  the  toll. 

The  farmers  in  valley,  on  mountain  and  knoll. 
Should  you  canvass  the  county  the  voters  to  poll, 
Would  sign  a  petition  down  square  on  the  scroll. 
To  give  us  free  bridges  and  abolish  the  toll. 

The  county  will  never  get  left  in  a  hole. 
As  long  as  the  people  the  business  control  ; 
And  all  would  be  right  when  they  got  to  the  goal- 
And  taxes  would  not  be  as  high  as  the  toll. 


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If  the  people  oppose  it  no  boat  will  I  troll, 
When  the  river  I'd  cr(»ss  or  wade  on  a  shoal ; 
Nor  yet  go  'round  'way  toward  the  north  pole- 
I've  still  a  few  cents  to  pa\   up  my  toll. 

But  I  will  be  happy  as  a  cat  with  a  mole, 
If  collectors  no  longt^r  the  bridges  patrol  ; 
It  no  more  1  am  st  ipped  when  o'er  them  I  roll 
IV)  gi\e  m\-  lasi  change  demanded  f(^r  toll. 


A   LETTER  TO  A  FRIEND. 


Orange,  Pa.,  March  29,   1887. 

Now,  Rebecca  and  Wright  Lowry, 

'Though  my  language  be  not  flowery, 

I  will  write  to  you  a  letter, 

Write  that  you  have  been  our  debtor, 

Debtor  to  a  visit  made  you, 

Since  the  last  one  that  we  paid  you. 

And  I  hope  that  you  are  all  right, 
Healthy,  happy  with  your  man  Wright  ; 
That  well  are  all  the  Lowry  off- shoots, 
'Though  they  wear  the  large  or  small  boots  ; 
Wear  them  on  the  old  plantation, 
Or  far  away  in  any  station. 

From  your  home  on  Lackawanna, 
To  our  abode  on  Susquehanna, 
There  have  come  not  many  tidings, 
Since  we  had  with  you  confidings  ; 
Know  we  little  since  beside  you, 
Whether  weal  or  woe  betide  you. 

Met  your  son  last  fall  on  Camp  ground, 
Heard  from  you  while  we  did  tramp  'round. 
Knew  him  quick  as  I  did  face  him, 
'Though  he  thought  I  couldn't  place  him, 
So  himself  did  introduce  and, 
Speak  before  my  tongue  was  loosened. 


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Talked  of  farming  and  potatoes, 

Of  corn,  of  turnips  and  tomatoes, 

And  other  things,  while  we  were  roaming. 

In  the  camp  of  old  Wyoming  ;— - 

Soon  we  parted  went  to  dinner. 

Where  did  meet  the  saint  and  sinner. 

Now  in  the  balance  I'm  not  found  wanting, 
Of  course  you  will  not  think  I'm  vaunting  ; 
Thirteen  score  pounds  I  now  am  weighing, 
And  so  the  people  all  are  saying, 
According  to  their  calculation, 
I  beat  the  rulci*  of  the  nation. 

Of  course  you've  heard  that  Mary  Culver 

Is  married,  yes  the  whole  of  her  ; 

Is  now  the  wife  of  one  George  Evans, 

"  Right  smart, "  happier  than  in  the  heavens, 

Is  an  **  F.  F.  V."  and  cutting  figures, 

Away  down  South  in  the  land  of  niggers. 

Enough  of  this,  you'll  get  disgusted. 
And  wish  that  time  my  pen  had  rusted  ; 
Or,  that  I  was  an  ancient  mummy, 
A  tobacco  sign,  a  wooden  dummy, 
Or  that  some  one  to  cut  a  caper. 
Had  cabbaged  all  my  writing  paper. 

If  you  look  for  sense  and  do  not  find  it 

In  this  letter,  don't  you  mind  it ; 

For  much  the  poet  often  loses, 

If  he  fails  in  courting  muses  ; 

I've  failed  so  oft  that  now  I'm  sure 

I  am  not  a  charming  wooer. 

Read  it  not  'till  you  receive  i', 
I  think  'twin  help  you  to  be  ieve  it  ; 
If  naught  you  find  within  the  letter 
That  cheers  a  bit  or  makes  you  better ; 
'Tis  not  my  fault  for  I  have  tried  to, 
And  e'en  a'  most  I  would  have  died  to. 

Now  come  with  Saratoga  packet. 
For  a  jolly  few  day's  racket. 
For  I  think  'twould  be  exquisite ; 


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Just  to  have  an  old  time  visit, 

Yes  with  she  that  was  "  Beck  "  Jenkins, 

If  you  doubt  it  read  my  inkins. 

Yes  !   Rebecca  and  Wri<;-ht  Lowry, 

Come  in  sunshine  or  when  showery, 

Come  and  see  your  old  friend  D.  O. 

Ere  your  lamp  of  life  shall  burn  low. 

Come  and  eat  your  mess  of  potta^^c, 

With  him  in  his  little  cottacre.        '  D.  O.  C. 


A  GRANGERS  OBSERVATIONS. 


1— To,  all  ye  sons  of  the  old  Keystone,  ere  long  there'll  be  another  cy- 
^  y  clone,  which  will  cause  the  Democrats  to  groan  o'er  the  fate  of  the 
man  who  with  his  little  qnill  vetoed  the  soldier's  burial  bill. 
We'll  snow  him  uuder  and  do  it  so  ueat,  he'll  need  no  stoDe  at  his  head 
or  feet ;  and  then  to  make  the  job  coiuplete,  we'll  bake  him  up  in  the 
little  crematory  preparing  now  by  Delemater.  Then  R.  E.  P.  will  need 
no  grave,  for  bis  ashes  we  will  carefully  save,  aud  send  them  to  tlia 
Bradford  knave  who  bears  the  name  of  Emory — and  we'll  mark  the  pack- 
age "X.  Y.  Z." 

Our  dogs  of  war  o'er  hill  and  valley,  forth  from  every  nook  will  sally, 
and  when  they  luake  the  final  rally    the  poor  little  curs  of  J.  B   Rey- 
nolds will  slink  away  into  their  kennels.     When  the  battle  is  o'er  an  d 
the  victory  won,  and  silent  and  spiked  is  every  gun.  and  the  war  clouds 
rolled  away  from  the  sun,  we'll  drink  a  health  to  G.  W.  Shonk,  though 
we  pop  a  thousand  bottles  of  cronk. 

Where  then  will  be  the  Bodle  Walter,  who  placed  himself  on  the 
granger's  altar,  thereby  Republicans  to  halter?  Gone  up  in  smoke  just 
like  a  rocket,  with  nary  a  cent  left  in  his  packet,  while  we  again  will 
have  the  glory  to  be  represented  by  E.  A.  Cortiy 


ORANGE. 


I^EAR  GAZETTE:  I  have  often  been  asked,  "Where  is  Orange?" 
^-^  while  traveling  in  different  parts  of  the  country  ;  so,  for  tho><e  who 
do  not  know,  I  will  say  that  it  is  .situated  in  Franklin  township, 
about  three  miles  west  of  the  Susquehanna  river  and  two  miles  south  of 
Wyoming  county,  and  is  generally  known  as  Pincherville.  It  is  quite 
an  ancient  lookinu:  place,  having  bee"  known  as  a  village  about  seventy- 
five  years  ago.  It  is  composed  of  about  twenty  dwellings  with  two 
church  s,  two  hotels,  one  store  and  postoHice,  one  blacksmith  shop,  one 


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harness  shop  and  one  school  house.  Two  physicians  reside  in  the  place, 
but  we  have  no  lawyers,  railroads,  telegraphs  or  telephones.  Still  we 
are  not  without  news,  for  we  have  a  daily  mail. 

One  of  our  hotels  did  not  apply  for  a  license  this  year  and  the  other 
was  not  granted  a  license  because  a  remonstrance  was  presented  against 
it,  signed  by  about  one  hundred  and  twenty  citizens  of  the  township. 
On  account  of  this,  some  are  predicting  a  terrible  state  of  affairs  for  the 
future  by  declaring  that  business  will  be  ruined  and  property  depreciate 
to  one-half  its  value.  If  a  hotel  wou'd  be  of  so  much  benefit  to  the 
place  in  the  future,  why  has  it  failed  to  boom  in  the  past?  There  has 
been  no  boom  here  for  several  years  that  anybody  could  see,  hear  or  smell, 
except  the  wiiisky  boom,  which  has  boomed  day  in  and  dav  out,  while 
nothiuii  e  se  has  boomed  worth  a  cent,  until  the  place  is  as  dead  as  a  door 
nail,  with  two  Egyptian  mummies  thrown  in  to  boot.  Ten  to  twenty 
years  ago  we  had  two  blacksmith  shops  in  full  blast,  and  sometimes  two 
wagon  shops,  and  all  running  day  and  night  Where  are  they  now  ? 
Not  even  the  echo  of  a  hammer  answers  where  ;  and  property  is  not  worth 
half  as  much  as  it  was  fifteen  years  ago.  What  has  caused  all  this? 
Verily  not  the  absence  of  a  hotel,  for  whisky  has  been  sold  right  along 
whether  licensed  or  not.  If  whisky  is  the  key  that  unlocks  the  business 
of  a  place,  and  sets  its  wheels  in  motion,  I  think  we  had  better  procure  a 
new  lock,  for  the  key  don't  seem  to  fit  the  one  we  have  here. 

The  idlers  now  can  meet  no  more  to  while  away  a  Sunday, 
Or  sit  around  the  checker  board  and  domino  on  Monday  ; 

O  yes  they  will  and  drmk  again  fiom  the  jug  they  keep  in  hiding, 
For  they  are  nice  good  moral  men,  and  always  law-abiding. 

Cold  water  now  will  be  their  drink,  and  they  will  all  keep  steady  ; 

For  them  'twill  be  the  very  thing,  'tis  always  cheap  and  ready  ; 
But  on  their  stomachs  it  would  not  set,  'twould  cause  an  inflammation, 

So  they  will  take  a  little  gin  j  ust  for  the  circulation. 

In  summer  when  'tis  very  hot,  cold  water  is  not  cooling  ; 

With  soda  drink  or  lemonade,  I  think  they'll  not  be  fooling  : 
But  whisky  is  the  veiy  thing  to  warm  them  up  in  winters  ; 

Cold  water  would  congeal  inside  and  bust  them  all  to  splinters. 

Now  I  shall  go  for  stagger-juice,  for  the  good  of  all  my  neighbors  ; 

We'll  beat  the  anti-whisky  ring,  before  we  cease  our  labors  ; 
That  is,  we'll  beat  it  so,  I  think,  the  drunkards  all  will  vanish  ; 

For  we'll  never  stop  'till  rum  and  gin,  and  all  such  trash  we  banish. 


FIRST   EPISTLE    OF   TIMOTHY    TO  THE 
HOLLOWITES. 


Now  it  came  to  pass  after  many  days,  and  peace  having  dwelt  in  all 
the  land,  my  father  appeared  again  unto  me,  saying;  "Son, 
arise,  and  make  thee  haste,  for  a  scribe  is  again  needed  to  declare 
unto  the  people  concerning  their  folly  and  vile  wranglings.  For  my 
bones  were  again  disturbed,  and  I  could  not  rest  until  I  had  sought  to 
warn  thee  of  their  various  misdeeds  ;  and  knowing  that  thou  wert  a  du- 
tiful sou  while  I  was  upon  earth,  I  will  leave  all  in  thy  hands."      My 


KHVMES    AND    SONGS    OF   HOPE. 


father  then  (leparfed  and  g.itliered  himself  to  the  houes  of  his  kindre<K 
and  I  am  left-  with  a  heavy  \vei<2;hr  upon  lue,  pros.siu^jj  me  even  down  to 
the  earth.  Neveitheless  I  will  jrive  heed  to  t-he  sayiiij^s  of  my  father, 
thaf  peace  may  n<j;ain  dwell  ovei  a  1  the  laid,  even  anions  the  IIollow- 
ites  For  behold,  tlie  strife,  which  in  aforetimes  did  wax  so  hot  ainon^ 
the  riuclierites,  is  lonu;  abated.  1*\  r  thev  did  heurken  unto  my  sayings, 
so  that  peai-e  and  <'outeiitment  now  dwell  amon^  tliem.  insomnch  that 
they  are  an  exceedin»;ly  favored  people— in  a  hind  Ilowin;:;  wiih  milk  and 
honey.  For  beho'd  the  hns])andinau  laboring  in  the  lleul  or  pruning  tlie 
vineyard  the  smith  busy  at  the  forge,  and  the  worker  of  leather  aaain  in 
favor  with  the  people.  For  Seym.tur  hath  'oiiii  departed  and  journeyed 
into  a  far  couniry.  Now  therefore,  oh  ye  Hollowites !  1  would  that,  see- 
ing them  so  favored,  ye  would  also  hearken  unto  my  sa\  iogs.  For  ye 
say  that  certain  teachers  of  a  new  doctrine  have  come  among  you, 
trying  to  «reate  stiife  and  discord,  seeking  to  usnrp  the  place  of  the 
rulers  that  they  may  obtain  favor  in  the  eyes  of  the  people  and  gather 
unto  themselves  followers.  And  these  are  some  of  the  things  which  they 
did  utter  Hgainst  certain  ones  of  the  flock  :  "That  they  were  giveu  to  the 
use  of  a  vile  weed,  which  was  a  iilthy  practice,  a  stench  in  the  nostrils  of 
the  true  believers  of  the  gospel  and  an  abombiuation  in  the  sight  of  the 
Lord."  Now  the  chief  ruler  was  sore  grieved  at  these  sayings,  for  be  it 
known  he  had  long  been  an  usei  of  the  weed  and  his  father  before  him. 
And  he  waxed  exceeding  wroth,  insomuch  that  there  aiose  a  great  dis- 
pute among  them.  And  one  of  the  new  sect  did  turn  away  on  the  other 
side  and  utter  grevious  things  against  the  chief  ruler,  thereby  to  silence 
him  even  in  his  own  house  Moreover  they  did  go  out  from  the  temple 
and  did  visit  many  habitations  round  about,  being  partakers  of  meat. 
Now  they  did  coun?ei  the  people  to  embrace  their  doctrines  and  erect 
new  altars  in  their  households  And  certain  ones  were  beginiug  to  give 
heed  to  their  teaching,  so  that  the  chief  ruler,  fearing  his  flock  might  be- 
come divided  and  stray  from  the  fold,  did  bar  the  door  of  the  temple 
against  them.  And  they  were  forced  to  depart  for  a  season.  But  after 
certain  days  they  did  seek  to  return,  and  did  cause  word  to  be  sent  to  the 
Hollowites  that  they  would  appear  again  on  the  Sabbath  day  to  worship 
in  the  temple.  Now  these  things  coming  to  the  ears  of  the  chief  ruier, 
he  did  again  cause  the  door  of  the  temple  to  be  closed  against  them.  But 
the  chief  ru'er  having  secret  enemies,  a  runner  was  sent  to  warn  them 
and  they  did  withho  d  their  coming.  So  that  the  multititde  which  had 
assembled  did  depart,  each  to  the  place  of  his  abode.  Therefore,  oh  my 
brethren !  hearken  unto  one  who  is  called  to  watch  over  you.  Be  not 
over  hasty  in  turning  strangers  from  your  midst,  but  forbear  rather  with 
patience  unto  long  suffering.  Take  not  offence  when  they  chide  you  con- 
cerning your  evil  practice^.  Be  not  full  of  anger.  For  is  it  not  written 
that  you  shall  be  persecuted  and  all  manner  of  evil  sayings  uttered 
against  you?  Strive  so  to  walk  that  a  stranger  coming  among  you  shall 
discover  no  evil.  For,  if  your  enemies  be  clean,  be  ye  also  clean.  And 
think  ye  not  by  so  doing  that  ye  are  casting  a  reproach  upon  your  fathers. 
Be  not  envious  of  one  another.  Utter  no  vile  sayings  against  thy  breth- 
ren, but  rather  have  tbUowship  one  with  the  other.  And  give  not  heed 
to  a  vile  pretender  who  has  come  among  you  in  false  apparel,  caling  him- 
self Peter  P.  Eater.  Verity,  he  is  seeking  to  rob  me  ot  my  fame  which 
has  gone  forth  throughout  all  the  land  by  repeating  many  of  my  sayings. 
Beware  of  wolves  in  sheep's  clothing,  and  be  led  not  astray.  And  now, 
brethren,  I  will  watch  over  ye  for  a  season.  Be  ye,  therefore,  steatlfast, 
that  thy  prosperity  may  be  ever  like  unto  that  of  the  Pincherites. 

Timothy  Pincher. 


No.  I. 


TO  THE  CROSS. 


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Who'll  show  me   the   way,      for   now     all         is        so   dark,  I 

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4.  Now  it  seems  but   lit  -  tie  long  -er, 

5.  Still  the  tree     is  grow-ing    tall  -  er, 


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Oft -en      at      the  close  of     day; 
Seen  a-  far  thro*  tear-dimmed  eyes; 
Earth  can  hold  my  spir  -  it    here; 
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Seemed  to  point  be-yond    its    shin  -  ing,     To      a    land    with  fair  -  er 
That      I'll  meet  the  loved  and  lost  ones,  In      a    land  where  falls    no 
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Man-y  years  have  now  been  numbered,  Since  we  laid    her    in    the   tomb; 
O,        I    know    I'll  gain    that  ha  -  ven.  When  I'm  called  a  -  way  from  earth; 
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2.  We  shall  meet  those  gone  be  -  fore,  Stand-ing    on      the 

3.  We  shall  find  the    man-sions  there.  He    was    go  -  ing 

4.  We  shall  nev  -  er    more  grow  old.     Safe  -  ly  shel  -  tered 

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Where  the  white  waves  wash  the  shining  sand;  And  they'll  lead  us    o  -  ver  there, 

"If     it  were  not     so    He  would  have  told"-And  their  tur-rets  will  out-shine. 
Where  all  time    is    one     e  -  ter -nal  day;  Then  we'll  join  the  white  robed  throng. 
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Up      a-bove  the  gold -en  stair,      In    the  light  of  Heaven's  own  summerland. 
Pearls  or  diamonds  from  the  mine;  And  the  streets  are  paved  with  purest  gold. 
There  to  sing  the  glad  new  song    Un  -  to  Him  who  di-ives  all  night  a  -  way. 
La  -  den  with  the  breath  of  flowers-Th is  shall  satis  -   fy     a    ran  -  somed  soul. 


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Words  and  Music  by  D.  O.  Culver. 


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3.  Shall       I    tell     the  good  an  -  gels  to  come   down  for  you.  When   1 

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in    the     re  -  gions    so     fair?    Will     1    see     them  t(i  -  day, 

a  -  way   up       in      the    sky,       To        rock     me    to    sleep, 
me  the  light     of    your   eye,  Lut  they're  coming    so    near, 

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moth    -    er  don't  weep,  Will  my      pa     -     pa  come  to,         by    and      by? 

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No.  5.    WAITING  FOR  DEATH'S  ANQEL, 


Words  and  Music  by  D.  O.  Culver. 


1.  Waiting  for  death's  angel  In        a  darkened  room,  To  take  a-way  our  dar- ling 

2.  But    her  spir-it  sure-ly  Will  soar  to  realms  a  -  bove,where  she  will  with  an-gels 
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Sing  the  songs  of  love;  Tho'  'tis    hard   to   lose   her  From  our  home  be-low, 
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Waiting  for  my  Savior, 

Patiently  and  long ; 
To  call  me  home  to  heaven, 

This  is  all  my  song. 
He  will  send  His  angels, 

To  beckon  me  on  high  ; 
If  Fm  only  faithful, 

Until  the  by  and  by. 

Chorus — Wafted  by  the  angels, 

To  that  land  above  ; 
Where  we  will  forever, 

Sing  redeeming  love. 
No  more  pain  or  sorrow, 

No  more  coming  tears  ; 
Robed  in  dazzling  whiteness 

Through  never  ending  years. 

Be  it  soon^  or  later, 

When  I'm  called  away; 
If  I'm  only  ready, 

'Twill  be  a  joyful  day  ! 
For  I'll  meet  with  loved  ones, 

To  bid  me  welcome  there. 
Bearing  palms  of  vic'try, 

Above  the  golden  stair. 

O  the  glorious  vision, 

Falling  on  my  sight ; 
Sorrow  changed  to  gladness, 

Dissipating  night. 
Clothed  in  raiment  spotless, 

Heaven's  own  liv'ry  sheen  ; 
There  to  dwell  forever. 

In  bowers  of  living  green. 

Time  is  not  recorded, 

In  that  happy  land ; 
From  the  glass  there's  dropping. 

Not  a  grain  of  sand. 
Summer  never  ending, 

Marketh  not  the  year ; 
One  long  day  unclouded, 

And  shining  bright  and  clear. 


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IN  THIS  LIFE  ONLY. 

Words  and  Music  by  D.  O.  CULVER. 


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1.  I'm  wear-y,     so  wear -y    and  lone  -  ly      to-night,     A  -  wait  -  ing  the 

2.  As  back-ward  I'm  look-ing    to  years  long  gone  by,       Oft    com  -  eth  a 

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IN  THIS  LIFE  ONLY--Cont  nued. 


dreaming  al  -  way,  Of  somclhin;;jfar  bet  -  ter  in  life's  com  -  ing  clay, 
thing  that  will  last;  Will  come  in  ihe  fu  -  ture  if  judged  by  the  past, 
beau-ti  -  ful       star,  'I'ho'  shin-ing  but  dim-ly    and  beam-ing      a  -  far. 


No.  8.    THERE'S  A  RIFTING  IN  THE  CLOUDS, 

Words  and  Music  by  D.  O.  Culver. 


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I.  There's  a    rift-ing    in  the  clouds, Where  all  was  dark  be- fore;  There's  a 
.2.  There'll  be  mu-sic  there  in  Heav'n,When  my  pilgrimage  is  o'er;  There'il  be 

3.  There'll  be  gladness  there  in  Rmn,  When  I  reach  that  blissful  shore;There'll  be 

4.  I       will  meet  my  friends  in  Heav'n.Where  we  shall  part  no  more;  I     will 

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glad- ness  there    in  Heav'n,  When  I     en  -  ter  Heav  -  en's  door;There  I'll 
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see      my    Sav- ior  standing,  He  Mill  meet  me     at     the  landing,  Where  the 
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No.  9. 


WE  SHALL  REAP. 


1.  Soon  we'll  be  reap-  ing  what  we  have  sown, Soon  will  the  shad-ows   be 

2.  Sow    for   the  poor,  for    the  blind,  the  old,  That  you  may  reap  full     a 

3.  All  should  be   sow-ing  while  still  in  youth,  Sow- ing    the  seeds  full   of 

4.  Still    go     on    sow-ing    although  you're  old — In  the  great  book   it    will 


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hun-dred  fold;  Vou  will  find  the  sheaves  laid  a  -  way  in  store,     Some 
love  and  truth;  Then  they'll  count  with  wheat  set  a-part  from  tares.  Far  a- 
all       be    told;    You  wdll  find     it  there,      It    will    all    be  down.  That  your 


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way  in     aland    so  freefrom  cares, Far  a-way  in    a  land  so    free  from  cares, 
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